Альбом Trick Daddy

Do anybody wanna die? You? You?
Breaka Breaka its Dade County on the numba line
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I'm up early in the mornin still drunk and horny
Realest ever did only fuck niggas won't admit it
You watchin BET tryna see how a nigga livin
You betta ask MDPD about the fuckin killins
I rol wit big fire I refuse to speak wit homicide
Go and ask that dead man tell me what he said man
Fuck you call my lawyers I aint got no leads for ya
And I aint got no allaby so all yo witnesses can die
Go ahead tap my phone put survellane on home
If it evict that quick to buy a brick wit a goddamn wire on
Yo I aint got no sack give the crackas they money back
Wit half a weed and these whole DD oh nigga I'm smokin that
I smoke em back to back a whole dime or half bag
And the whole time sittin back and laughin at yo soft ass
Lets set this record straight nigga I run this whole state
Now its only one man paid yall niggas is my protege

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You aint no representa you rep them otha niggas
I roll wit killas and dope deals you roll with hoe niggas
I'm stricly for the thugs nigga yes sir
You either with us or against us
And if so nigga fuck yall
That how you hoe niggas get fucked off
Thats how yo whole click get jumped on and dumped on like dom dom dom
Killa get yo guns out yo we gon do em all
Do it one by one til all the fuckin bullets just run out
And I bet my butcher knife gon get him right
I slice right there in his kidneys and go deep wit it and twist it
At the end of the day he comin home and it wont be long
He survived the heart attack but then he fucked around and died of a punctured lung
Now bury his punk ass wit a wig, bra and his pumps on
And lay him on his stomach wit his ass in the air wit a fuckin thong on
Breaka break one nine Dade County is mine
And I'm sayin this shit to you ol bitch ass niggas for the last time

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(feat. Young Buck)

[Trick Daddy:]
Our father who art in heaven
Hallowed thy be thy name, thy kingdom come
All our G's would've been gone (would've been done)
If it wouldn't for thug holiday (ahh man)

[Verse 1: Trick]
In this life I live, I done see niggaz deal
Seen niggaz steal and done seen niggaz kill
And them same niggaz there, them be the main ones that tell
There's a lotta tension in the air, so nigga easy on them pills
I rather be the bitch that's squeezing than the nigga that's bleeding
See I'ma drink my liquor and I'ma smoke my weed
And I'ma stay far away from y'all buster motherfuckers
Y'all sucker motherfuckers, man fuck you motherfuckers
I'm being convicted of a thug living and drug dealing
Been a two time convicted felon ever since I was a lil' nigga
My first words was curse words, shit, the first bid I did I was just a lil' kid
And I was raised by pimps, hoes and mobsters
Taught the game by dope boys and robbers
I ran the steets with goons, I broke the rules with fools
I used to take my motherfucking tool to school

[Chorus: Trick]
See I been thuggin all my life, trying to live right, you ain't even got ask
I got that Hen in my cup, smoke in my lungs, what you know about that
You already know (straight up), You already know (straight up)
You already know (straight up), You already know (straight up)
You alread know (straight up), Straight up (straight up)

[Verse 2: Buck]
These feds crazy trying to take me down and book me
Throw me on death row and do me like Big Tookie
Got me running from them rookies and poppin at the seargent
Tried to tell not to push me now look what you done started
And you got these rap artists thats beefing on these songs
But I really will kill so I'm leaving that alone
I'm a grown ass man that ain't about playing
Ten G's will get you killed, family will die for twenty grand
Blow my nose with a Gucci rag smoking on a cuban
You damn right I know they mad, cuz half of em' losing
I slip a another clip into my A.K.
Stay with Trick in M.I.A. when I come and get the yae
See the Chevy got a stash spot
I can fit a hundred in the back and just mash out
Hope I make it home, it they catch me then I'm gone
So we put it on the line
Everyday we on the grind gotta hustle til' you shine

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Trick]
My blood line is a level above the thug line
And according to the cat scan I ain't a ordinary man
See I run off oil and I breathe off chronic
I power up off money like a motherfucking bionic
I travel through time with a military mind
Strapped with a Russian A.K. and a German made nine
And don't mad at the [?] they ain't the one trying to attack us
It's slimy ass niggaz and red neck ass crackers
Y'all better lower your weapons (lower your weapons)
Before my niggaz get to steppin
Cuz shit can get real crazy if it was a thug invasion
Imagine a whole bunch of Cuban niggaz and Haitians
Rebellion on your ass
For the shit you did to us in the past
See y'all [?] and even arrested fiends
It took you fifteen years to close the ave
It's going to be twenty more before they close the ?
Now where my motherfucking twenty one soldiers at
Now where my D Boy big gun toters at

[Chorus]

Sitting high still riding on the big whips
Still fly still grindin gettin big checks
Still thuggin still leanin to the back
You can bet that, You can bet that
I ride I shine nigga you know
I smoke I drank ??
22's 24's how we roll
Im a tonka rider fuhh sho

Everyday me and my dog we ride
7 tres 75 dont ride
and we can trip and know nothing just vibe
big 9 with me cuz a fuck niggas problem
yall already know, how i let him roll
kill his ass and show at his funeral
how the hell a OB go try me
im OG on and off TV see
middle fingers in the air tell em fuck yall
tryin to hate on my doggs hell fuck naw
why you hatin on a nigga like that
why you tryin to stab a nigga in the back
i know you niggas dont like this
but ythem niggas is the reason im like this
yall niggas gone make me mad
im bout to snap and put this K on his ass

Sitting high still riding on the big whips
Still fly still grindin gettin big checks
Still thuggin still leanin to the back
You can bet that, You can bet that
I ride I shine nigga you know
I smoke I drank ??
22's 24's how we roll
Im a tonka rider fuhh sho

(Chamillionaire)

Hey,
I pull a Bentleys, lookin like they not annoyed
Trunk popped up lookin like a Tonka Toy
you dont like it you know can get that on me joy
deez nuts nigga, wuddup Trick i got ya boy
im clickin over, lemme tell her i got another call
ridin with my trunk popped up like im above the law
tired wet and they still drippin on my road
tell em that you gon fall, and i aint got to use them all at all
bet daddy ?? flip the paper
Chamillinator me and Trick its fun you shoulda hate her
tip the dinner waiter trick him like ya fenna date her
get off the ?? betta breathe
like a ventilator
hey, what can i say me and the king of M.I.A.
finna, hey finna touch ya niggas till ya finna pay
stay wit it hey you we aint finna play
snatch ya off the wheels and you can watch ya rims spin away

(Chorus)

Sitting high still riding on the big whips
Still fly still grindin gettin big checks
Still thuggin still leanin to the back
You can bet that, You can bet that
I ride I shine nigga you know
I smoke I drank ??
22's 24's how we roll
Im a tonka rider fuhh sho

(Trick)

in the club wit my dogs we wilin
do straight do great go ridin
look at cha boy go so many hoes
look at his ride he got so many
im sippin and im rollin
whole click that how we rollin
stay fly, stay right if ya didnt know
thats everywhere that we go
all i wanna do is
drive my chevy through his
and let me sweat my candy paint
aint it right, aint it tight, aint it nice, yes
niggas like who painted that
candy apple green, lookin mean anywhere
26' with the digital dash
and a swat just right in the ass
and yall know what i got it yeah
i got shit then i hit and run em up out of here
yall never heard nuthin like that
and yall aint even turned the bass up yet
i love aggressive music
i smoke i listen to it
i drank so much sometimes i think i need to quit but i cant do it

(Chorus)

Sitting high still riding on the big whips
Still fly still grindin gettin big checks
Still thuggin still leanin to the back
You can bet that, You can bet that
I ride I shine nigga you know
I smoke I drank ??
22's 24's how we roll
Im a tonka rider fuhh sho

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[Chorus:]
Tuck, tuck that,
tuck, tuck that,
tuck, tuck that,
tuck, tuck that,
tuck, tuck that, ice in
You aint, you aint, iced out
Tuck, tuck that ice in
I shine like a lighthouse

Tuck, tuck that ice in,
you ain't, you ain't iced
Lights on, lights off
I shine like a lighthouse

tuck, tuck that, ice in
You aint, you aint, iced out
Tuck, tuck that ice in
I shine like a lighthouse
Tuck, tuck that ice in,
you ain't, you ain't iced
Lights on, lights off
I shine like a lighthouse

[TRICK DADDY:]
My shit is platinum,
these assholes wearin' white gold
See I'm to smart for this cause,
all my shit paid for
And why should I rent a house,
when I can huy it and write it off
Make it my Florida home for the summer,
round winter time just rent it out
See I ain't none of them,
who ride around on rented rims
Change on the weekend,
and floss in him mama's Benz
See when I hit the scene,
I be so fresh so clean
White fitted, white tee,
ain't nan n**** like me
What kind of shit you on,
wearin' fuckin' rhinestones
Them cubic zirconia son,
Them ain't fuckin' diamonds,
So you gonna fuck around,
and get gangrene at the arm
Who'd rob and kill one,
over some mother-fuckin' slum
Your chain is crazy,
that shit for gazey
and it ain't real,
unless its copper or stainless steel
So whoever made it...
you shouldn't have paid it
Twenty grand for a watch
thats fuckin' gold plated!

[Chorus]

[BABY:]
16 out the house,
17 gold mouth,
18 on the block,
N**** got them thangs out,
Birdman stunna, n**** we don't sit in jail
Real n****'s do real thangs,
you know we make bail
Trick hit me on the cell,
know I gotta make a sale
Found myself in Dane County,
N****'s movin' pounds of bail
So fresh,so bright with the ice,
N**** you could loose your life playing with the bright lights! Yea,
Cali got my back,
I'm strapped n**** and prephase,
doin' it big, poppin' bottles, N*** the g-way
Black handles, black ice, we'll get it right
for a cheap price n**** that cutter'll get your mind right,
M.O.B. to a bitch,
made my hood rich
Quick cash, young money, it's that uptown shit,
ballin'one them bitches,
shock callin' on them bitches,
Two million on some ice and some cars on them bitches

[Chorus]

[TRICK DADDY:]
They asked the kid the difference between mine and his,
See my shit blindin'
his shit don't shine,
cause that shit ain't real
His gemstones, they fruity pebbles,
just like Flinstones,
and he had his "Roley" on,
but I ain't even notice his arm,
but his diamonds cloudy,
and he ain't shiny,
and I heard his shit "Tick Tick Tickin'"
Oh man, this n***** trippin!
See we poppin' bottles and smokin bugga,
actin' cocky
Big thangs with fat pockets,
wearing seventy-thousand dollar watches
My overseas friends,
are breakin' thangs in,
Invest in a smaller hit town,
shakin', bakin'and breakin' it down
We gettin' top dollar,
cause we got that top powder
Hoes slob on our johnson,
cause johnson got that best powder
We call a grand a dollar,
we gettin' money holla
Rollin' hard with five fives,
real fucking street ballers
I did five trucks since the first quarter,
I'm on the right path at this rate,
I'll be sellin' slabs by the halfs

[Chorus]

(feat. Webbie & International Jones)

I Like It When Ya Booty Do(Giggle To Da Left)
I Like It When Ya Booty Do (Giggle To Da Right)
You Know What I Will Do To You(Why's That)
I Like The When Ya Booty Do(Aight)

I Like It When Ya Booty Do(Giggle To Da Left)
I Like It When Ya Booty Do(Giggle To Da Right)
You Know What I Will Do To You(What You Sayin')
So Why Play Wit It Let A Real Man Hit It

[Verse One: Trickdaddy]
I Like'em Tall Dark Skin Thick And Fine Ass Nice Around Pants Size 7,8 Or 9 And When She Walk She Walk Like She On Da Run Way And Da Paparazzi Taken Pictures Of Dat Booty And When Them Flashes Go To Flashin She Go To Shaking That Ass Faster And Faster Big Ol' Ass Just Clapping And When They Put Her Song On Its Like Girls Gone Wild Cause She The Headliner And The Girl Poor And Proud But If They Break It Down She'll Slow It Down And Look Back At It Dat's If She's A Real Vet Wit It But She Gotta Have Hips Wit It And Know That One Flat Ass Can Make A Whole Click Look Bad But To All You Lil Booty Bitches Eat Ya Biscuits Get Thicker Bitches I Know Some Niggas Wanna Fuck Wit Cha But It's Plain And Simple They Like Em Thicker A Lil Bit Bigger Like To Tussle Wit Em Fo They Hit'em

[Chorus]

[Lil Webbie:]
What's Happenin Wit Cha Mama I'm Jus Hollin What It Do Go Put Yo Clothes On Cause Ya Comin Wit My Crew Oh You A Big Girl I Just Love When Them Thighs Loose No Time To Fuck Around It's Goin' Down In My Room A Whole Thang Of Ice 5th Of Brown And A Thang Of Goose Man Call Trick And Tell Them Niggas To Bring The Juice A Couple More Boxes Of Rubbers Cause She The Truth I'm Sayin She A Bad Ass Bitch And She'll Prove It Ass And Some Fat Ass Tities Yeah They Juicy Dancin Just Like One Of Them Bitches That Make Movies Bust My Nut Quick She Was Ready To Take Boosie She Bent Over And Told Him She Want It In Her Booty Big Fine Work It Right On Time Wit The Music Make A Nigga Spend His Last Dime On That Coochie A You Know How She Do It Chanel, Prada Or Gucci Super Fire Rough Bitch Make A Nigga Nut Quick Shit

[Chorus]

[Trickdaddy:]
She Gotta Tattoo Of A Kitten By Her Cat And A Pair Of Paws Runnin Down The Side Of Her Draws She From The Tri-State Dawg And She Done Tried It All She So Fine You Mash Rewind And Nigga Press Pause But Let A Play Be A Playa Bout' It Shackle Handcuff Her Da Sucker Hell Give That Girl Some Love But Not You Ya Like It When Her Booty Do She Like It Too And Likes What It Do To You She Playin Her Mind Games Flirtin Wit You Have Conversations Why She Playin Wit Her Tounge Ring She Lookin Mean In Them Low Cut Fitted Jeans The Finest Thing You Ever Seen Wearin A Belly Chain Plus Her Man He Gettin A Lil Change Doin Illegal Things And She Expect For You To Buy Her Things They Say Money Can't Buy You Love And It's Funny Cause Money Damn Sho' Can Buy You Her

[Chorus]

This has been a Goldrush production...

Shorty gonna be,
shorty wanna be,
so he's gonna be,
a straight thug

his mama was a G
and daddy was a G
ain't nothin left for him to be
but a thug

(repeat chorus)

This is a story bout a young nigga
who's mama was a whore
and his daddy was a drug dealer

Ridin' round the corner from 'em was the spot
they sold weed, lace, base, heroin and marijuana

His role model was an older nigga
who kept a wad of hundreds
cause he had a whole lot of money

Now keep in mind this is round the time that
Miami niggas was really tryin to put it down

That's back when the pimp game played out,
That next year crack cocaine came out

It all started in the suburbs
But only rich folks could afford to go and smoke that good dope

And yo they used to call it free-base,
but when it made it to my block
me and my boys called it crack rock

We used to cook it up and bag it up and sell 'em,
Nickles and dimes to any bitch that was buyin

(Chorus 2x)

And when he first hit middle school,
he was a typical, ordinary, everyday-ass dude

Around the time eighth grade came around
he had done made up his mind,
nigga can't lay down now

His first job was a watch-out,
he had to scream one time everytime the cops hit the block

We used to call him Bo Brown,
cause when he came around,
close shop nigga, shut it down

Them lil' two-hundreds,
that was a lot of money,
especially for a young nigga sittin' round not doin' nothin

Plus his mama had a newborn from an old nigga out the hood who
don't do shit for him

They go another bill, another mouth to feed,
oh well, yo a nigga couldn't stop there

he gotta keep food in his crib
and keep the lights on,
ain't like his daddy's comin' back home

Now just imagine the role of a thirteen-year-old
who's playin head of his household,
now that shit's cold,
but then again i suppose,
you already know how the shit go

(Chorus 2x)

He advanced from watch-out man to lieutenant,
and now he got two feet waist-deep in it,

And he control the whole operation,
but it's kinda different,
cause he's dealin' with some stiff competition

And everybody wants to be buddies,
all of a sudden friends but then again all they see is money

And he ain't never too flashy wit it,
not into cars and jewels,
just nice clothes and new shoes

Half of the money went straight to his mama
but the other half, you know
the kid had to keep it stashed

But it's kinda hard to hide drug money,
but it's worse bein' a dope but none of this shit's worth dying for

But when it comes to livin', money's nothin'
bein' dead is free
now tell me,
what would you rather be?

Don't tell me,
tell it to your child
make your talk worthwhile and the rest,
he'll figure it out

(Chorus)

A Motherfuckin' thug...

Nothin' left for him to be but a thug...

Motherfuckin' thug...

Nigga forced into this shit...

(Chorus 2x)

(feat. Jaheim & Trina)

[Intro:]
You lookin' real good baby
I just want you to know
I had a wonderful time this evening
But unfortunately
I guess this part of the story
Well we tell eachother goodnight
Nah how about this
How about I break all the rules
And tell you what I really been thinkin'

[Chorus:]
Girl you got the big ol ass
And fine hair
And all the shit that I want
Sexy mothafucka
You acting like you want it right now
Let a nigga know
Is we gun fuck tonight
My dick is gettin' rock hard
Oh mah god
There's gonna be some fuckin' tonight
Take your panties off
Move your panties off to the side
And let a nigga know
Is we gun fuck tonight

[Verse 1:]
See good pussy
Will bring the freak out ya
But if you eat it and don't get cheated
The first off I beat the breaks off her
No sense in half-steppin'
Get serious
Get the titties suckin' like
Clit rubbin' and ass grabbin'
I eat that pussy ass backwards
A few strokes of this long warm tongue
Should make the pussy cum
So much for round one
I spend a whole round two and back again
Stick in move
Stick in move

[Chorus:]
Girl you got the big ol ass
And bold legs
And fine hair
And all the shit that I want
Sexy mothafucka
You acting like you want it right now
Let a nigga know
Is we gun fuck tonight
My dick is gettin' rock hard
Oh mah god
There's gonna be some fuckin' tonight
Take your panties off
Move your panties off to the side
And let a nigga know
Is we gun fuck tonight

[Verse 2:]
I need a real man
I'm sick of playin' with lil' boys
I'm tryin' to explore more like hot oils and sex toys
I can't keep fakin'
Man I'm so backed up and
I can't eat I can't sleep
My knees weak makin' me keep shakin'
I need a real nigga to come save me
One who pamper me and bathe me
And make me wanna swallow his baby
Talkin' thug shit like fuck me crazy
From the back or in the butt
I'm like fuck me baby fuck me baby

[Chorus:]
Girl you got the big ol ass
And bold legs
And fine hair
And all the shit that I want
Sexy mothafucka
You acting like you want it right now
Let a nigga know
Is we gun fuck tonight
My dick is gettin' rock hard
Oh mah god
There's gonna be some fuckin' tonight
Take your panties off
Move your panties off to the side
And let a nigga know
Is we gun fuck tonight

[Verse 3:]
All the matter is
I can get you wet again
Suck you fuck you better than
Any other nigga can
I specialize in multi orgasms
Gettin' rid of back spasms
And do it all without viagra
I'll fuck you all night
Make you sleep all day
Treat you to beakfast then
Eat you for breakfast
I know baby
I'm so unselfish
But you're lovin' it besides
I'm a freak so I can't help it
All I need is old slow songs
One cold shot of patron
See you walkin' around me in a thong
And it'll be over before the chorus come back on
You'll be leavin and I'll be ab libin'
And we'll be singin' our damn song
It's like the first time we made eachother cum
We'll be suckin' and fuck eachother
Taste eachother cum
No soul alive can erase what we done
All our horny sticky memories you are stuck to me permanantly

[Chorus:]
Girl you got the big ol ass
And bold legs
And fine hair
And all the shit that I want
Sexy mothafucka
You acting like you want it right now
Let a nigga know
Is we gun fuck tonight
My dick is gettin' rock hard
Oh mah god
There's gonna be some fuckin' tonight
Take your panties off
Move your panties off to the side
And let a nigga know
Is we gun fuck tonight

(feat. The Dunk Ryders & Skky)

Dade county

[Chorus: x2]
I do it for the hustlers, you damn right that I'm doing it for the niggas who sittin and ain't snitchin, and all the niggas who gone, I ain't forget you, I'm still here waitin cause you still my nigga.

[Verse 1:]
Hold up, ay, I just sent another kite, to my people that's locked, they say he had another fight (again), they say he got 30 days in the hole for beatin a niggas ass for tryin him like a hoe (that's my nigga), treetum gone, all over coke, hit him with conspiracy cause he was on the boat, they say he'll do 15 at the most, we prayin for an appeal, but it is what it is, my uncle real, my uncle ain't snitchin, that's why I got a free lou shirt with his picture, rich ass niggas nuts cross on a nigga, well fuck how they feel nigga I still miss you (I still miss you), I represent it, for niggas like chamilias, alex, chard, keith, and those who ain't livin, and anybody else that died in the struggle, and anybody else behind bars cause they hustle.

[Chorus x2]

[verse 2:]
I'm doin this one for the thugs, and them niggas on the corner every morning gettin money, yes sir, and those who died by the gun, and now they dead and gone, I'm doin this one for the deaf, the crippled, and blind, for those who went strong, and they lost they mind, I'm doin this one for the low income, the slaws, the homies, the basers, and bongs, for the good, they got to suffer with the bad, and for the mother of the child with the dead beat dad, for my lil brother who was just in the crash, now he can't feel his arms or his legs, man, I'm doin this one for the tears that were shed, for all the niggas that was sentenced to the state or the feds, to all the does who was givin they bows after talkin to the door while they homeboys told

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3:]
Listen bra I know you waitin on that day to jump, but keep ya head up boy because it's soon to come, cause you know the streets miss you they ask about you errday, so you gotta maintian, get up out this okay, though I know you hot cause your homeboys shittin on ya, fuck them niggas tho, you don't need em on the real homie, real, real, you already know what it is, bein locked up niggas don't give a fuck, only real niggas gon keep it treal with you, and you know I'm blood, what you need I'm a get you, cause I'm a hold it down on some real shit nigga, bein caged in the pen ain't for a real nigga, true fact not fictions, I'm all in, do ya time like a G fuck what the streets said, the way you drugged gurantee youl be on ya feet man, ain't no bullshit bra, you will see I ain't playin.

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 4:]
You see I do it for the hustle, and the niggas who stood over pots and watched that shit bubble, and them niggas stood on the block and watched that money double, and the ones who stood up to cops and ain't said nothin, look, ain't that many alive, but I know plenty ridin, my lil brother locked up, doin 25, and when I get some change I'm a try and change that, and just to think about the niggas I can't bring back, and can we please have a moment of silence, for all the niggas that's no longer around us, for all the niggas that pro-longed in the county and metro-s and TGK and star-k, nigga we block raised, cops could'ntstop pay, we got rocks so we open up shop today, times is hard, plus life is a mothafucka, we gotta ride low-key and ride under cover.

[Chorus x2]

(Don't think your forgotten about, counting down until you get out, until then were holding it down, were doing this for you)

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Trick Daddy Dollars
8 Ball
Trey Songz
We High
Good evening ladies and gentlemen
This is your captain speaking to ya
I would like to welcome ya’ll aboard my flight
A flight that is promised to take you high
Way high up in the sky
So get out your blunts
Your dutchmasters
And your backwoods
And I’ll turn your seatbelt signs off

(Verse 1)
I only smoke the best bud
Jamaica and Bahamas got the best serve
yes sir
I can smoke
toke after toke
won’t give the triple choke
And it won’t hurt my throat
Nope
C****y eyed
just riding and vibing
On that real fire
Be high for two or three hours
And I’m cool wit A.I.
But hey
I ain’t too much into phillies
But split a dutch and I’ll refill it
And ain’t friendly so nope you can’t hit it
Good trees
your collard greens full of r****r seeds
You use too many chemicals
To much added stuff fool
That ain’t real kush
One joint of that G-14
Will have you higher than your highest dreams
Just float-ing
Not knowing if your coming or going
But when its partly cloudy
Get prepared for the storm and get high

(Chorus)
Roll up and feel the vibe
Lay back
enjoy the ride (enjoy the ride)
Inhale (inhale) deep inside
Exhale (exhale) we so high
X2

(Bridge)
In a short while
We’ll get our lovely lovely lovely stewardess comin through
With snacks and drinks
If anybody got cotton mouth or the munchies
(so high) (deep inside)
(we so high)
So ya’ll keep smoking that good good(deep inside)
Have you flyin home
(we so high)
high in the sky
(lay back enjoy the ride)

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)
Roll up a cigarillo
Fire it up and hit it
It feels so good man
It’s hard for me to quit it
MIA land of the palm trees
T double D came through with the bomb trees
And when a n***a inhale this
Gotta put my shades on
Get behind tint
In the clouds
Lookin down on the ground
8 ball
big, black, player from the mound
remember when I used to have them dime sacs
little circle by my house was the w**d trap
now my ziplock be full of bubble kush
funky like a broad b**hwhen she on d****e
fruit cocktail
you could tell by the smell
burn one let the whole club know I’m here
(Hey) lets fly tonight
come with your boy and get high tonight

(Bridge)
Feel the vibe
Ain’t nothing like being able to smoke some ol’ good good
(Deep inside)
and be way up here in the air
(we so high)
away from all the troubles
(feel the vibe)
problems that’s going on down there
(Deep inside)
in the real worldoh it feels good don’t it
(We so high)

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
the only people I know who don’t smoke is
Jesus
CO
and my last P.O.
Yo but I ain’t on no papers no more
I ain’t gotta creep and sneak
at least not to blow
I spent my first two years getting high
Smoking dollar joints
rolled outta 1.5
That was round ’84 ‘85
Smoke all week for the dime
A n***a that live
Visine ain’t help clear up my eyes
Spray cologne on when it was time for me to go home
I been doin this for 20 years
I ain’t never seen or heard one man that weed done killed
So just chill
Take a puff here or there
To bring you a little down off your heels
After that go and eat you a meal
But you gon have to bathe you’re a** to get that smell out your hair

(Chorus)

(Outro)
Signing off yours truly
It’s the booger man himself
Well I can take you all across the world
Everywhere but the electric chair
Finna let you see everything
But the wind
But then again
You’ll never get high like this again

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